Eventually she gave up on the taxi. The roads were so congested that it was quicker to walk. Within a few strides she was desperately missing the air condition. She shrugged off her jacket but the summer heat in Tunisia was oppressive. Her shirt was soaked through before she was half way to her destination. A dropship could have taken her right there, but her orders were to get to the scene quickly, grab the details and report back without drawing too much attention. A dropship drew attention. The area was a warren of whitewashed stone houses. A tight compress of humanity that mostly had the sense to keep out of the midday heat. Vople saw her destination, hoping that the ship that had burned above atmo to get her here as fast as humanly possible had been worth the nausea. The police line was the first hint that the was the right place. The dark bullet holes in the bright stone walls was the next. "Well, something wasn't right about that," Volpe said. Her hair was back to a deep shade of black now. Behind her was the high ceiling of her airy apartment. "Arrived at the scene just after a UN team. They questioned whether interplanetary affairs had a reason to be there, but they let me in and I didn't leave a name. It was a mess. They claim it was two gangs having a shoot out and not an OPA cell as per your information. "Casualties on both sides left in the apartment. One side definitely had several people who looked like they spent a lot of time in low G. Then I noticed that the shell casings, bullet holes and bodies didn't line up. Someone had moved things around. One of the dead had fragments of armour plating in his chest. Which is odd given that he wasn't wearing any armour. Someone interfered with that scene in a rush. Sending what I have on that strange casualty." Volpe narrowed her eyes. She vanished from view but left the recording running. "Pissed someone off cos there's someone watching my apartment. Will report back again in the morning."